A FLOWER IN BLOOM

I hear her first---before I see her-- as I am standing at the check-out line in a busy grocery store...

     "Mom, what do you think I will be when I grow up?"

I quickly glance back to look...

     around eleven years old, long wavy brown hair lying against makeup free light pink cheeks, clear brown eyes with dark lashes, delicate hands...she seems totally unaware of her budding beauty.



She reminds me of a perfect rose bud I saw in the garden last week...

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about to burst into blossom

pure and unblemished

  a subtle fragrance hinting of future splendor

 Her slender legs still have the sweetness of baby fat around the knees.  Light blue nails peek out from the tips of her strappy leather sandals.   She is at that age...on the brink...

Hey,  

I know what you will be, what you can be...if you allow yourself...

     You can be someone who is not afraid to be different and is brave enough to show your own quirky, special, unique self

     You can be a person who makes a difference in the world by befriending the lonely and forgotten

     You can be unafraid to show your intelligence because even though some will never admit it... boys like and respect smart girls

     You can be strong enough to go after your dreams and know that you are perfect no matter what size, shape, color you are

     And most importantly,

        You can always be assured that you are loved, treasured and
 cared for like an 

exquisite 

rare

flower

                     So...

go

grow 

unfold

become

the world waits to see you in 

fineartamerica Rosann Jordan

Full Bloom